Back in November 2019 I was diagnosed with post-traumatic stress disorder (PTSD) after a colleague noticed an acute change in my personality. I’d been a paramedic of 25 years, and whilst I loved my job, I must acknowledge, it was draining me. Being diagnosed sent my mind into a bit of a whirlwind, not knowing what PTSD meant, how I would be able to function, or even if I would be the same person anymore. I kept on working, but soon realised that, along with some childhood traumas, I had been holding on to several ‘unresolved’ deaths/fatalities that I had dealt with over the years that had affected me more than I realised. The traumas of a few particular incidents
